Cold Turkey

 
Nothing prepares you for what is to come
The only thing you will not suffer is total boredom
Because when it starts one thing you can tell
Is that it would be easier to be living in hell
It's gonna be about a week before you get any sleep
You will wish the one with the syth here and beginning his reap
Then start the aches and pains like never before
Wondering if it would have helped if you had nailed up the door
Because your in for a ride, the ride of your life
Another good idea is to hide every knive
Because you may even look to take the easy way out
But you have to keep at it and not even think to pullout
But it's gonna get worse to the end of your wits
Cos now you can't eat anything and you've got the shits
Then come the sweats, the shivvers, the anxiety
And youve locked yourself away from the rest of society
Your only twenty-four hours in but it feels like a week
Back to the toilet, your now on a streak
Cos now its coming out like a river from the upper end
While sweating that shit out of your system, your now on the mend
Starting to feel a bit better after around three days
And if you've lasted that long you deserve a little praise
But at the end of the day, you got yourself into this mess
but now you know you have to see the end of this process
Your body's that tired and you need to get sleep
But it's not happening yet and your starting to weep
The kicks and the sweats at least a little start to subside
And you realise that you can come out the otherside
After seventy-two hours that shit is out of your system
But it's sleep that you need and what you would do for some Vallium
But you catch the odd hour as your body recovers
And you all know what im talking about brothers
Getting opiates out of your system is no easy task
This would be validated by any addict you ask
But if your determined to turn your life around
Then good luck brother on fighting that hellhound